Chapter 585：

Countless dragons heard, the ice of this extremely southern land instantly collapsed, and the head of the dragon ancestor flew into the air with a sway, an invisible power spread to the surroundings, and all the glaciers immediately Was shattered.

One after another, the dragons soared, and the roar from the sky seemed to vent the hardship that had been sealed for a long time.

The sight of thousands of dragons flying in the air was extremely magnificent, and Taibai Jinxing was immediately frightened, and his legs fell directly to the ground.

After taking a deep breath, the dragon ancestor cast his gaze on Taibai Jinxing.

"Go! Take me to Lin Chuan!"

Feeling the pressure in the sky, Taibai Jinxing nodded.

This dragon ancestor has been sealed for so many years, yet still maintains the realm of a saint, this sky of murderous aura is flooding around, it is terrifying!

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At the same time, all forces have turned their attention to the extreme south.

The roar of the dragon that shook the world is familiar to everyone.

Everyone knows how terrifying the previous dragon clan was after the current power has undergone a change of power.

The incomparable physical strength and the extremely destructive attacks made people scared.

On Huaguo Mountain, Lin Chuan also raised his head slightly, his eyes were deep and far away. In less than a minute, Monkey King and Erlang Shen and others came to him.

"Please be careful not to go wrong here, this is the Dragon Race who is asking for trouble..."

After speaking, Lin Chuan turned into a stream of light, rushed out of the Shuilian Cave, and came to the East China Sea...

……patrol.

Chapter Three Hundred and Five: The Powerful Lin Chuan! The dragons are shocked!

When Lin Chuan first reached the East China Sea, countless Yin soldiers and monkey grandchildren appeared behind him within a short time.

Yan Luo, Monkey King, and Erlang Shen stood silently behind Lin Chuan.

"Master, these monkeys and grandchildren of mine cannot always live under your protection. The Dragon King who killed the East China Sea also has my share, and I can't be ignorant of it."

At the same time Erlang Shen also said.

"I said, Yang Jian's life will be yours in the future, and the Dragon Race is coming, so naturally I can't ignore it."

Yan Luo arched his hands even more, and then added the stubborn words.

"You are recognized by Lord Houtu, and you are already the real master of the underworld. I will naturally follow your arrangements."

But just as they were speaking, thousands of rays of light appeared in the sky.

In just a few seconds, the remnants of the Dragon Clan appeared in front of Lin Chuan and others.

Unlike ordinary dragons, these are dragons that were sealed in ancient times. The lowest is also in the realm of heavenly immortals. There are five or six strong dragons in the realm of Daluo and Jinxian. The coercion.

That is the dragon race at the saint level!

Under the sun's rays, the scales of the dragon were shining, and the dragon's whiskers seemed to float in mid-air without being affected by gravity.

The breath that exhales is wind and thunder, and the foam that exhales 527 is flame.

This is the real dragon!

In contrast, Lin Chuan's power here is going to be weaker.

The monkeys of Huaguo Mountain hadn't practiced for long, and the strength of the Yin Soldiers was not as strong as this ancient race. Only Erlang God and Yama King were in the realm of Da Luo Jinxian, and Monkey King was just a powerhouse at the peak of the Golden Immortal.

But under the strong pressure of the Dragon Clan, no one took a step back, especially Lin Chuan, whose eyes were full of fighting spirit, staring at the Dragon Clan ancestor.

As the only remaining saint of the Dragon Clan, the aura of the Dragon Clan ancestor is even more amazing, and it feels like the sky is overwhelming to others.

If it hadn't been for Lin Chuan to counteract most of the momentum, the others would not even be able to stand.

"You... are Lin Chuan!?"

The dragon ancestor narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice was deafening, like thunder in the sky.

Lin Chuan is neither overbearing nor overbearing, as he stepped forward.

"It's me! Why? At that time, I didn't cut the weeds and roots, but now I have delivered it to the door personally!?"

If others hear this, they will definitely think Lin Chuan must be crazy.

A man in the realm of Da Luo Jinxian, dare to talk to a saint like this.

The saint dealing with the existence below the saint's level is as simple as crushing an ant to death.

However, Lin Chuan was different from the rest of Da Luo Jinxian. He only had the last step to kill the saint. As long as he killed the saint in front of him, he could obtain the holy throne.

So this is what Lin Chuan dreams of.

Since there are saints who have come to the door, Lin Chuan will naturally not be polite.

After this strange yin and yang anger, the dragon clan was also really angry, especially the dragon clan ancestor, his eyes were almost staring out.

"Good, good! It seems that defeating the Shakyamuni child makes you feel invincible in the world. I will let you see how big the world is today!"

The huge figure shook, the dragon ancestors shattered into a golden light, and then reunited in front of Lin Chuan.

This was a middle-aged man with blond hair. There was a sense of righteousness between his brows, his eyes fixed on Lin Chuan, and he could feel the murderous aura in him before he spoke.

With a punch, he headed directly towards Lin Chuan's front door.

The surrounding space immediately burst into ripples.

The dragon clan's body had already been tempered to the extreme, and coupled with the huge killing intent contained in this fist, the surrounding idlers were immediately blown away by this fist wind.

"boom!"

Lin Chuan raised his sword to resist, but was knocked into a hundred miles away in an instant.

All the dragons immediately screamed up to the sky.

Just when all the dragons felt that Lin Chuan had died, a figure appeared in front of the dragon ancestors again.

Lin Chuan's appearance has also undergone some changes, with red and black patterns all over his body, but it is gradually fading.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Lin Chuan spoke.

"I have been imprisoned for a long time. Why is it not as good as the saint I met in Taichung in Houtu reincarnation."

This was indeed a lie by Lin Chuan, but the dragon ancestor was really angry.